Homecoming Week=Craziness

OMG! I haven't posted in so long! Since June, anyway. I've been meaning to post FOREVER, but every time I'm about to post I decide I don't know what to write about or I'm too tired to process thoughts into words, which happens a lot. So, homecoming week definitely deserves its own blog post, so here goes. Monday was tie-die day, Tuesday was Twin Day (triplet day for my buddies and I), Wednesday was dress for success day (my outfit was jeans, a sweater, a tie, and heels), Thursday was superhero day, and Friday (today) was class color day, which was by far the craziest and most fun day of the week. Seniors sprinted through the halls shouting "SENIOR POWER!!!" and spraying silly string at the Freshmen. A girl came up to my friends and I who was dressed in literally all green and a green wig and a big green fabric crayon and shouted in our faces so loud that I felt like my eardrums were shaking (if that's possible). Then there was an assembly, where the class skits and dances were presented. The Freshman's weren't that great, honestly, but the other classes skits and dances were great! The game was fun too. Tiring, and a little fun, but Edmonds Woodway won 28-16 against Kamiak! Woohoo! I honestly go to listen to the band, but SOME parts of the game were kind of interesting, like when our team scored a touchdown 2 seconds before halftime! Before the game the cross-country team stapled shirts and other old pieces of clothing onto wooden letters (E and W), then we put some kind of flammable gas on it, and we threw flares in it to light it on fire. It was so awesome! Then we took a victory lap around the track. Class color day was the only spirit day I went all out for. I had orange tights, orange shirts, orange hair extensions, stuff written on my arms in orange, and an orange cape (a pillowcase with string tied onto it). It was so fun! Tomorrow is the homecoming dance, which I am super excited for! I also have a cross-country invitational in Lakewood, so wish me luck! Au revior!

Maine!

Ok, I would post the next chapter right now, but I honestly think I would fall asleep right here at the keyboard, because it's one of the longer chapters. When I was writing it, I either couldn't find a good place to stop or just forgot to stop altogether. Maybe I'll post it in Maine, where in the first few days I'm there I have energy until at least two in the morning because of the time change. It would only be eleven o'clock in Washington. Oh, I can't wait to go to Maine. TOMORROW. I literally just finished packing, and my bag weighs 24.6 pounds. The limit is 50 pounds, so I think I'm good. Today was really fun; my mom, my sister, and I went to the library, Kohl's, Plato's Closet, Old Navy, and Goodwill. Oh, and Starbucks in the morning for breakfast and smoothies and Pop Chips at Jamba Juice for lunch. I got "Caribbean Passion," and it was DELICIOUS. I also got BBQ Pop Chips, and every time I get those I think, "I asked for a bag of chips, not a bag of air," but they were still really good. At the library we got some books to read on our trip, and the highlight of going to the library was finding Forever Odd, the sequel to Odd Thomas, which is on my top-eight most depressing books of all time. And yes, I actually do have a list for that. It changes frequently. At Kohl's we went clothes shopping, and we spent a lot of time there trying on bathing suits and stuff. I got a yellow, striped, nautical-ish looking tanktop there, and a red polka-dotted bating suit. I almost got these teal shorts with little white hearts on them, but I decided to save my money for other stores. And at Plato's Closet, there was a half-off section, where I got three cute tanktops: on is blue with some lace on it, one is blue and white stripes with an anchor formed out of gold sequins, and the other thing was a t-shirt that said, "Redefined" on it. And at Old Navy I got two pairs of flip-flops, you know, just the cheap ones. I got a dark brown pair, because they will go with pretty much anything, and also a pinkish-corally pair. They won't go with everything that I wear, but I really liked the color. And they were two pairs for $5, so I was like, what the heck. I also got this weird red, white, and blue American flag bow thingy. At first I thought it was a headband, but then it didn't fit around my head. Then I thought it was something that went around your waist, but it didn't fit there either, so I told myself I would figure something out, because I need to be patriotic on Independence Day this year, because I wasn't last year. I just went to enjoy the fireworks... At Goodwill I got a red, white, and blue tanktop (PATRIOTISM!!!) and a blue-ish tanktop. Okay, when I go shopping like this, which isn't very often, I go kind of crazy, so if I bored you with my rambling of my new clothes, I'm sorry, I'm just excited. I feel very spoiled though. Very, very, spoiled. I hate that feeling! I'm just grateful I'm able to go out shopping and spending money like that, because a lot of people can't. In Maine, on Independence Day, there's this 10K that nearly all my family is running, with the exception of my bro, because he's only nine and cannot run 6 miles. Just the other day I ran 6 miles when it was maybe 70 outside and muggy, and I'm still sore. I think I actually feel the new muscle that I built up during that run...kind of weird, but cool. To be honest, that's the longest distance I've ever run: 6 miles. Which is OK, I suppose. I mean, I hope I'm not supposed to already be running half-marathons by the time I'm 14. I only started actually running this year, so...yeah. Anyway, I'm going to Maine tomorrow. I can't wait for the plane! I love planes, and I'm not sure why. I also love the layovers, if there is a long one, because then you can relax and eat junk food in peace without all the turbulence and noise. Or, of course, you could walk the section playing Taylor Swift on your ukulele for everyone to hear. Hehe...ideas :) Anyway, I'm SO EXCITED, if you can't tell. There's number of things to do in Maine in the summer: 1. If you live RIGHT by the ocean, like my grandma does, go kayaking with someone and take turns splashing each other with your oars. 2. Get inflatables at the grocery store, blow them up (preferably by your own lungs; it's more fun that way), and then go to the beach and float along the shore and get one of your choice: a sunburn or a tan. 3. Just chillax on your porch and drink some lemonade and eat a nice turkey sandwich or a popsicle, and enjoy the sun, because it better be there. 4. If you have dogs, have them find a stick and just keep throwing it for them until they collapse with exhaustion. Or until YOU collapse with frustration. Either one happens eventually. 5. Just go out for a nice drive. Maine is a peaceful place, and there are many places to go, like Acadia National Park, which is beautiful and awesome. 6. Go to Bar Harbor! The best place in Maine, besides Harpswell/Brunswick. There are cool little shops to visit and delicious restaurants! 7. Do some fine dining! There's Route 66 (Bar Harbor), Moody's Diner (Waldoboro), Cook's Lobster House, and many more! You're in for a treat, no matter where you go! Just don't go to McDonald's. That's lame. Well, toodaloo! I'll post ASAP!

FREEDOM

SCHOOL'S OUT FOR THE SUMMER!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOO. I'm planning to go on lots of runs and hang out with friends and spend time with my family and enjoy the sun (if there is any; I think there probably will be) and it's going to be AWESOME! I'll post another chapter of my dream-short-story soon! I'm busy even when school is out...so yeah. TTYL! :) <3, Emma

Weird Dreams....

Ok, so this may sound totally, completely weird and random, but I wrote a short story based on a dream that I had a few weeks ago. In this very strange dream (it was kind of a remix of Percy Jackson and the Olympians...) I lived in Greece in a village that was in a dry, barren land. The Greeks and Romans were having a war, and I was fighting all these different monsters from Greek mythology like minotaurs, hydras, hellhounds, and manticores. And I'll just say it: I was totally bad-ass. Anyway, I wrote a short story about it, and I created all these characters, and I kind of just created my own little story. There's about 4-5 chapters in it, and some are long and some are short, so I'm going to post the first chapter today, because I don't want to bore you, because then the story loses all excitement. If there is any. I haven't let anyone read it yet, so I don't have feedback. So let me know if you like it or if you think it's absolutely terrible. Because I would love to know. BTW, a lot of this came from my imagination, not from my dream ;) Chapter 1 I watched in fear as a flaming arrow the size of a chariot flew over my head and landed about 50 yards from where I was standing and exploded, sending people flying backwards in all different directions, landing with a thud on the ground. A gust of warm air blew my hair out of my face for me. I tossed my sword around in my calloused hand absentmindedly and said to myself, "ok..." I needed to go find some monsters to fight, or go find someone and help them fight monsters. Everyone that had been blown backwards seemed fine, so I ran the opposite direction to go find something else. "Hey, Atalanta!" I heard a voice yell behind me. "Duck!" I dropped on all fours, then onto my stomach. "Roll to your left!" "Stand up!" Everything became clear again: the bright sun coming out of the fluffy, white clouds, and little scuffles and fights everywhere. It was a beautiful day; it's just too bad there was a fight going on. In front of me was a black pile of goo. That means the thing I had been ducking and moving away from were these annoying little things called "BB's", which stand for "bird bombs." They are what they sound like, which is not a good thing. When they sense you, they are attached to you like a magnet, and you have to move kind of fast and trick them to avoid being blown up. Sometimes it doesn't happen that they melt into black goo, but I guess I got lucky today. "Thanks, Tana!" I yelled. "No problem. Be careful!" She yelled back. "You too!" Tana was one of the best fighters in the village besides Theseus (you'll be introduced to him soon), other men and women, and I. Tana, Theseus, and I were introduced to fighting technique at an early age, at about five, because at the time, there was a war going on. A bad one, too. And they were almost willing to risk young ones in the battlefield because it got so bad. I ran over to a little boy named Eli, who was about 13, and a good fighter. He wasn't very experienced, but we were all impressed by his skills and perseverance. He was fighting two drakon at a time, which was extremely hard, even for someone with advanced fighting skills. Drakon are these weird, awful, terrible, creatures that look like women, but they are like snakes. They're snake women, and they have razor-sharp claws. Not just any razor, but brand new razors. Eli had a long scratch that started at his right ear, and swooped down to his left collarbone. It was bleeding a lot, and looked pretty nasty. I raised my sword, taking careful aim, and chopped the two drakons' heads off. The creatures went POOF in a cloud of dust. "Thanks," he said, looking tired and exasperated. "No problem, Eli. Go clean that up." "Alrighty." He turned around and ran towards the medicine house. I turned around to go find some more drakon to kill, but instead, after I turned around and was met face-to-face with a deadly opponent that was much, much worse: A manticore. You see, manticores can shoot poison out of their throats and nostrils (disgusting, I know), and once it touches your skin, that part on your skin burns off. If you're lucky, not more than a few layers of it. But that's not it. The poison, if it sinks into you're skin and through it, which it usually does, it reaches your bloodstream and will kill you in five minutes. And their claws are dull, but they could give you bruises like crazy. So, I was face-to-face with this manticore, right? It's poisonous breath makes my brain go fuzzy and my eyes sting and flutter, and it takes all my willpower to not fall over. I was about to push the thing back with my shield, but before I could, I was too late and the thing already had me held down on top of a thorn bush. Ouch. I felt thorns tearing at my legs, and on my neck and cheeks. "Hey, worm-breath!" I yelled in its ugly face. "Back off!" "Grrr!" it replied. "OK," I said, positioning my arms by putting my elbows secure on the ground, and my lower palms on the manticore's body. I wish I could've used my shield, but it was at least two feet away from me, out of reach. "Fine." With all the strength I could muster at that point, I pushed upwards with all my might in an attempt to get the thing off of me. But he had me down good, and I couldn't do it. His weight, about five hundred pounds, plus the weight of the pressure that was holding me down, was too much for me to muster. "Aaagghhh!" I yelled in frustration. The manticore opened his mouth, and I saw that deadly green poison in the back of its throat, bubbling and sizzling. Just so you know, the only other time I fought a manticore in my 16 years of life was with Theseus, and that was two experienced, talented fighters against a full-grown manticore. A fair match, more or less. But this time it was just me, an experienced fighter against a full-grown manticore. Not a fair match. Big drops of poison dripped out of his throat and onto my face and neck. I tried to cover them up with my hands, but it burned some of my flesh away and just seeped onto my neck again. "Nooo!" I said. "Oh no!" I tried to ignore the pain that tore and burned on my face and neck. It was pretty excruciating. Was this the end of my short days? I was only 16! I took what I thought was my final breath as the manticore leaned back, ready to take fire and burn my body to ashes. But as it was about to spit, it froze and turned to dust above me, sifting through my hands and getting all over me. How had THAT happened? Here I am, on the brink of death, and the manticore decides to disintegrate? I think not. I coughed out some sand and stood up, but my vision was blurry, probably because of the poison that was now running through my bloodstream. My vision still blurry, a pair of strong, comforting arms wrapped around me and held me close. Theseus. "Close call, Atalanta." Theseus's voice whispered in my ear. "You okay?" I coughed into his armor, which was cold and felt amazing on my burned face and neck. "Sort of." I mumbled, my vision now tinged with black. I wanted to and meant to say, "yes, I'm just great," but my mind couldn't really process rational thoughts at the current moment. The poison was starting to get to me. "Manticore poison...not helping." "It got poison on you? Oh no. Hey, we need to get you some help." I wanted to say, "Idiot, look at my face. Of course it got poison on me." Instead I said, "no...I need to keep fighting...they're adavancing...and the left rear is...weak on defense..." But Theseus was already grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the medicine house for help. "No..." I muttered. "Must...keep fighting." Theseus scooped me up before I could fall over sideways and started running when there was a loud boom behind us, and I felt a rush of heat. "Atalanta, stay awake. You have to stay awake. Don't give up. Please. Atalanta, can you hear me?" His voice sounded distant, like in a dream. The worst part about all of this is that the whole time, I couldn't feel my body. Just excruciating pain. The worst I've ever felt. And that's saying a lot. And I could feel the poison coursing through my viens. Or perhaps the worst part was that I was still living with the knowledge that I might die at any second. I was laid down on a bed and I heard Theseus say, "Manticore poison. If you don't do something soon, she has three minutes." Three minutes! Three minutes of life left and I'm sitting on a bed? No! I should be riding a pegasus over the Red Sea right now! It's on my bucket list, what can I say? Theseus sounded terrified, like he was going through the same pain that I was. Maybe he was, I'm not sure. "I'll do what I can, Theseus. I--I just hope I can do anything at all, dearie." The last thought that I had was that I knew that Theseus hated being called "dearie," and that the look on his face must've been hysterical. Or maybe he didn't care because his best friend was dying right before his eyes. "You'll be okay, Atalanta," were his last words before I gave into darkness.

Sun!

Hey guys. It's sunny. And I'm hyper. That was random. Bye-bye! :)

Grape Juice, Solos, and Speeches

I LOVE GRAPE JUICE. Ok so I was at my friend's house last weekend, and she had grape juice. I think I must have consumed the whole jug over the course of a day and a half, because we don't have grape juice at my house, and I freaking LOVE that stuff. You know what's weird? I used to hate anything grape, including grape cough medicine (I still think that stuff is soooo vile), and now I love grapes, GRAPE JUICE, and grape candy. Yuuummmm grapes. Tehe.

So I was trading fours with a buddy in jazz band on Tuesday and the band teacher was watching us, and after we were done, she's like, "You guys are going to trade fours at the jazz festival!"

My stomach kind of went to my throat at that point, and I almost flat-out refused to do it. But I figured it MIGHT be fun, so I just sat there in dread the rest of the time. Excitement, she wrote. I don't know, I think I might do just fine. I'm just being a whimp.

Speeches!!! In social studies I had to write a speech about an organization that strives towards "social equity", so I chose the NOW, the National Organization for Women, and I have to "not read" the speech. I am still processing that one. There are points where I'm like, "I'm going to do amazing!!! I got this!!" And then other times I'm like, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? I CAN'T DO THIS. WHY IS SHE MAKING IS GO THROUGH THIS TORTURE???" Anyway, I have the whole weekend and  Monday and Tuesday to practice! I GOT this!!! I guess this is one of those moments.... Or maybe not.... I'm not sure....

On se parle bientôt!!! Toodles!

A Lost Book, Doctor Who, and Snow

So... hey guys. It's been a while.
Yesterday I put my flash drive into my computer, because I was going to work on my book that I'm writing. And I couldn't find my book on it anywhere. I checked every computer in the house, and it was nowhere. The upside is that I can write it all over again, because I kind of switched from first person to third person in the middle of the book. Yeah. :)
And I have discovered Doctor Who, one of the greatest T.V. shows ever created. My favorite Doctor is David Tennant, and then Christopher Eggleston (I think that's his last name), and then Matt Smith.
And it was snowing... a few minutes ago. I seriously felt like I was back on January. And it's not supposed to be snowing! We got our share of snow last month. Anyway I just wanted to share. Toodles!

Alone? Or just confused?

Today is one of those days where I just don't feel like I fit in with the world. I spent most of my day locked up in my room, reading old yearbooks, trying to make sense of what I am feeling and why. It's not that I feel alone, because there are people all around me that love me and care about me. I guess I just feel isolated, and... well, I don't know how to describe it. But not alone. I will never be alone. Nobody is ever alone.
I don't like feeling this way, especially when there are probably more than a million things to be happy about. There's the fact that we got a whole week off of school, which was more than nice. It was extremely relieving and relaxing. And I got to see my wonderful friends and family all week. I guess it's just one of those days... it'll pass. Tomorrow is a new day.
Confused. That's the word. I'm extremely confused about many things. Well, I suppose it's okay to be confused. It's leads you to think about more than just our problems. It leads us to think about everything around you and if it should effect you in the way it does anymore. And I hate deciding. Decision-making is definitely NOT my expertise.
Well, I just had to ramble about that. But don't forget, tomorrow is a new day.